Run {16+}

He was mysterious, rude and lost.
She was smart, stubborn and curious.
When Adeline becomes Harry's assistant on a famous magazine, her life is flipped upside down as she uncovers some of his darkest secrets.
Some of these secrets, best left untold.

2. Chapter 1.

3 months earlier...

“Millions of reporters are gathered outside of Styles Inc this morning as billionaire Richard Styles is rumoured to be making an appearance to announce the release date of his new megastore. Close friends with Richard say he had taken a ‘much needed’ holiday with his son Harry to get away from the media after the news his wife Caroline Connolly had admitted to a drug and alcohol addiction. While Carol faces rehab, the billionaires said to be opening hundreds of shopping malls around America and Canada. Bree Crystal reports.”

I run a brush through my tangled hair as I stare at the television screen, my attention not entirely focused on the latest news report but my day ahead. Today was the day I started working for none other than Glitz magazine, one of Mr. Styles famous fashion magazines. I’m only starting as an assistant for one of the photographer’s but it’s still a high paying job that will give me enough experience to get even better jobs in the future. The news programme shows Mr Styles himself greeting paparazzi at a press conference, a fake smile plastered on his face. I jump as someone knocks on my door, causing the apartment to rattle. It was more like a slam of the knuckles on wood then a knock.

I throw my hair brush onto the sofa and make my way to the door, looking through the peephole to find out who’s knocking. I gasp as I see a tall boy standing outside my door, his facial expressions and dark curly locks so similar to Mr. Styles’ son, Harry Styles.

“Can you stop staring at me through the peephole and open the door?"

I frown but also blush, watching his lips move in time with the words. It has to be Harry; he’s rude, narky and has his eyebrows pointed down, just like he does on TV. I slowly curl my fingers around the door handle and pull it open, coming face to face with the celebrity. Well, he wasn’t exactly a celebrity. Yes he is the son of a wealthy billionaire but he’s only ever on the news when they talk about his bad habits or his new career at...wait a minute.

“Yes?” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. He looks at me up and down before answering.

“Are you ready?”

I raise my eyebrows as (maybe?) Harry taps his foot against the floor, obviously being very impatient with my answer.

“Ready for what?” I reply with a huff.

“Look, Miss Belle is already pissed I forgot to attend an ‘important’ meeting last night so will you will stop with the questions and hurry the hell up?” he snaps, using bunny ears to emphasize important. A light goes off in my head as I remember the email I had gotten from the deputy editor of Glitz magazine.

Miss Rose,

I would just like to inform you that one of our new photographers, Harry Styles will be picking you up to take you to your new job at Glitz Inc. Please be ready by 7:25am. You will start of as an assistant for Harry, I hope he treats you well and you get lots of experience from working with him. He is quite the character.

Thank you for your cooperation,

Tabitha Wells,

Glitz INC.

I’m Harry Styles’ assistant. I will make him coffee, write his emails, organize his photo shoots. I will make sure he gets to his meetings, take his calls and make sure he looks presentable. I look up at Harry and I feel his irritated gaze burn right through my irises.

Holy cow.

After the slight misunderstanding, Harry waits at the door as I finish getting ready and grab my things. I can’t believe I’m already late for the first day.

Harry leads me out of the rundown apartment building and pushes me into his car, not even giving me the time to process what type of car it really is. The scent of vanilla and lavender fills my nostrils and I smile at Harry’s taste in air fresheners.

“Sorry for that, I totally forgot that you were-"

Forget it, just don’t do it again,” Harry cuts in, both of his hands placed firmly on the steering wheel as he pulls out onto the busy street.

“Geez who spat in your tea this morning,” I mutter, watching him curse at the common Manhattan traffic.

“Americans and your stereotypes, do you even know who I am?”

“It’s just an expression Harry Styles,” I reply. He turns his head to look at me and when I feel it getting awkward I quickly turn away. This guy really likes to stare, “Why do you even work at Glitz when your dad is beyond rich?”

“I like to take photos.”

I can’t help but let out a giggle and he shoots me a stomach quenching stare, “Quiet down, this is my favourite song.”

He turns up the radio and I wrinkle my nose at what blares out of the speakers. Nothing but heavy music filled with ear piercing screaming fills my ears and I reach for the volume.

“Don’t touch my stuff,” Harry snaps, his voice almost non-existent over the intense sounds. I cover my ears and let out a sigh.

This was going to be a long first month.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: {Hope you enjoy this first chapter (: I re-wrote this chapter because I wasn’t happy with it, so enjoy}